(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 546: Just tell me to touch you (suggestive)

Andrew did an incredible job getting his contacts in. He’d had a hard time the last couple of times, including the wedding day, but now? He didn’t have time.

He had a feast he needed to enjoy, and contacts were just a way to make sure that he could do that.

Andrew moved from the bathroom with lightning speed, turning the corner and stopping dead in his tracks. Maxwell hadn’t moved an inch. He was still standing near the door, his ears and cheeks pink. In fact, his shoulders were now pink as well and he looked...

He looked positively sinful.

Andrew was right. The lace was an outfit. He had thought maybe just some underwear, but he had been wrong, and it wasn’t just lace. There was ribbon too.

Maxwell was wearing a harness of sorts made out of thin loops of metal and white ribbon. Andrew’s breath caught in his throat seeing it all again. It was a simple design, nothing too fancy. Andrew could see two little white bows above the first loops near Maxwell’s shoulders. It crossed his chest meeting the other loop and then went down under his arms. Another set of loops, two more bows, and then the harness met under his pecs. It was simple. Very simple.

The delicate ribbon against Maxwell’s skin made Andrew’s body hard. His cock was throbbing in his pants. It was a smart idea that he hadn’t worn anything tight or he would have cut off blood flow and passed out.

The harness wasn’t attached to the underwear that Maxwell was wearing, which was good. Andrew wanted to take his time taking all of it off. That was the point of this, right? Andrew got to do what he wanted to the other man while he was taking it off.

It was a gift for him, right? Right?

Maxwell wore a garter belt made of lace. Pretty, frilly, fluffy lace that held up a set of white lace stockings that he was wearing. Bows accented each spot on his thighs where they rested and Andrew made a soft noise in the back of his throat. He was smart to change into his contacts.

His eyes were burning from how intently he was staring at the other man. He was gorgeous. The little overflow of his thighs from where the stockings rested? Beautiful. Andrew wanted to kiss along each line, tease him with his teeth.

Maxwell made a soft noise and Andrew’s gaze snapped to the other man’s face.

"Your gaze burns." Maxwell admitted, his cheeks pink. He had to have been nibbling on his lips since they were a little plumper, a little darker in shade. Andrew shivered.

"I’m enjoying my gift." Andrew told him. Maxwell jerked, his eyes widening before the smell of his pheromones grew even more intense. Even fuller. Andrew took in a deep breath and let the man’s desire wash over him.

Andrew turned his gaze back to the work of art before him.

The panties? God, Maxwell was wearing lacey panties for him. Barely contained his hard cock, the fabric looking weak, straining against the hardness that begged to be touched. His balls were barely contained in the fabric as well, one practically completely out of the thin lace. Andrew let out a low rumble, nodding

"Gorgeous." Andrew whispered. "Simply stunning. An angel from heaven. God, look at your hips. Your sweet little dimples. I want to kiss every inch of you." Andrew’s words spilled out of his lips and Maxwell’s expression tightened.

"It doesn’t look that good." Maxwell muttered. Andrew couldn’t believe the man. Andrew knew that Maxwell knew he was attractive. He’d been called pretty his whole life. Handsome too. How did he think he wasn’t the best thing to walk this earth right now?

Andrew took one shaky step, then another towards the other man until he stopped in front of Maxwell. He was within reaching distance, but he just knew that the moment he touched, this moment would be over.

"Maxwell Beckett." Andrew said softly and Maxwell twitched. "My sweet husband. My husband. You are the most handsome, prettiest man I’ve ever met. You’d look attractive in a brown paper bag." Andrew told him bluntly. Maxwell coughed.

"No one would." He protested, but from the shifty way his eyes wouldn’t make contact with Andrews told him that the man didn’t even believe his own words. That was okay. If he was fishing for compliments, needing confidence, Andrew would do it.

He would be happy to do it. Gladly, and with gusto.

"I disagree." Andrew told him, scanning Maxwell from head to toe. "My husband would make any paper bag beg to be on his body. They would brag about it to their friends once you were done with them." Andrew was dead serious, and Maxwell’s slightly ajar mouth was so damn cute.

"You’re-"

"-Dead serious." Andrew cut in. "About as serious as I am that I love you. I love you so much that my heart aches." Andrew whispered. "God, if I was killed right now the only regret that I’d have was that I didn’t get to hear your voice once more. To hear you moan as I sunk my cock deep inside of you and you sought your pleasure from my body." The words were spilling out of Andrew and he was filled with pleasure at the way Maxwell was trying to keep his cool.

His eyes had a slightly glazed property to them, his body swaying closer to Andrew before he caught himself. His cock strained against the lace, twitching and Andrew could smell how his words affected the other man. Andrew let out a low, deep laugh.

"I want to bury my face between your thighs, taste every last inch of you. I want to twist your nipples while I shove your cock so far into my throat you see god and call my name instead. I want to take my time, loving every inch of you. Show you that no matter the packaging, I’ll love you for who you are. I want to feel the way you wiggle on my cock when I knot. Needy, urgent. Like you can’t get enough of me even in those few moments."

Andrew bent closer to Maxwell’s face, watching as the man desperately sucked in breath. Andrew could tell he wanted him to touch him. The way he moved towards Andrew unintentionally told him as much.

However, Andrew was feeling a little mean. He wanted Maxwell to ask him to do it. Touch him. Stroke him. Make him his. It was a bad little habit, but Andrew was sincere. Maxwell was feeling a little nervous and underconfident. Andrew was going to stroke his ego enough that the man had no doubts. No fears.

So that he could boldly ask Andrew to fuck him like he always did.

"A-Andrew, what are you doing to me?" Maxwell asked in a choked whisper. Andrew smiled, leaning in closer to breathe against Maxwell’s left ear.

"Angel, I’m not doing anything to you. I’m just stating the truth. Look at how pretty you are? With your soft, creamy skin, your pretty, flushing, pink cheeks. Even your nipples are attractive. Look at how perky they are. They’re practically begging for attention." Andrew was stroking Maxwell with words. Something that Maxwell got embarrassed about when he was sober, but Andrew loved.

He always flushed, always embarrassed. Andrew had a feeling that with his previous partners he’d told them to shut up for this very reason but with Andrew? Andrew was allowed to get away with it because Maxwell knew that Andrew was sincere.

He wasn’t speaking any lies, and that was what made the soft, breathy inhales worth it. The little ways the man twitched. How Maxwell’s toes curled against the floor. He was blinking slowly, his eyes wide. God, he looked fucking precious, and Andrew just wanted him to tell him. Say it.

Ask him to touch him.

That was all he needed. Just a plea from Maxwell and he’d touch him and put them both out of their misery. He wouldn’t force this, not today.

"And look at your stomach." Andrew continued. "All soft curves and sweet skin. You love it when I kiss you there, especially from the inside." Andrew let out a dirty chuckle as Maxwell shivered.

"Andy." It was a warning without a bite and Andrew gently brushed his lips against the outer shell of his ear. Just a tiny touch. Not enough to start anything. Maxwell shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed for a second.

"Then your hips. God, your hips. You’re so slender, so petite. You make models want to cry with your bone structure. So pretty, so strong even with your thin frame. I want to nibble at your hips, kiss the hollows there." Andrew moved slightly, switching to the other ear. It wouldn’t be any fun if only one got attention. "Your thighs are surprisingly squishy. Thick and juicy enough that I want to leave my mark on them. My hand bruising the tender skin as I pin you down and fuck you just the way you want it. I’d press kisses to your knees and calves, every part of you worth kissing. Even the tops of your feet." Andrew told him. Maxwell swayed.

"You’re killing me." Maxwell whispered. Andrew’s eyes curled up.

"I love your wrists and arms, I want to kiss and lick them too. But your ass? I want to leave it stinging. Red, bright against your skin. The colour of a peach and just as juicy. I want to linger, kissing and teasing your tight ass until you’re screaming, your desire pouring out of you until you see stars. I want your legs to give out and your sweet, soft balls to pull up, taunt as you cum over and over. I want your cock aching, your body screaming, you hair plastered to your face and your skin flushed from my attentions." Andrew whispered. "I want everyone to know who you belong to." It was a silent plea, a soft admission.

Maxwell’s half-lidded gaze snapped open, his mouth opening as he made direct eye contact with Andrew.

"What?" He whispered. "Who I belong to?" He asked and Andrew, silly silly Andrew, realised that he’d messed up. He’d made their security team go pick up supplies and Andrew, in his infinite horniness for his beautiful husband, had confessed too early.

Andrew felt his face warm in embarrassment, but he was not about to back down. Not when his lovely husband was looking at him like he was hearing exactly what he wanted.

"Yes. Who you belong to." Andrew confirmed, his spine straightening. Maxwell scanned his face, practically begging to make sure that was true.

Then, he let out a sob and threw his arms around Andrew, hugging him tightly.

"Oh my god." Maxwell sobbed. "Andy, I didn’t-I wanted-now? Are we doing it now?" Maxwell asked, desperation in his tone, his touch. Andrew let out a laugh, the tension leaving the moment as Maxwell pulled back, his big blue eyes pooling with tears. Happy tears. Andrew leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against those plump lips.

Not exactly the way he planned to be granted permission to touch him, but it worked.

"Yeah, Maxy. We can do it now." Andrew smiled at him and Maxwell’s tears spilled over.